USER IS WILBUR :)

Quackity was in a dream. He was twirling around and dancing with a faceless black and white figure, in seemingly endless fog. "Why do you hate me?" The figure asked in a buttery voice. "Why do you hurt me?" The face became clearer. It was Wilbur, the kid who Quackity had no interest in, the kid who Quackity teased and made fun of every day.

Quackity jolted awake. 'What a weird fucking dream…' He thought to himself, sitting up in bed. He sat for a moment, before swinging his legs off the side of the bed and picking out some clothes to wear to school that day.

After doing everything he needed, he slipped on his shoes, grabbed his bag and cigarettes, and picked up his skateboard to start heading to school, still thinking about that odd dream.

He got to school after a few minutes, and quicky put out the cigarette he had, before heading to his locker. After a moment, he heard soft footsteps come down the vacant hall, and he turned his head to see who it was.